"Whatever's on the street, I guess. Though a sandwich sounds good..." As if on cue, the train starts to slow and Apollo's head lifts to the lit sign to see if it was his stop or not. It must be since he stands up and slings the bag over his shoulder, heading over to the door and waiting for it to open.
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"Whatever's on the street, I guess. Though a sandwich sounds good..." As if on cue, the train starts to slow and Apollo's head lifts to the lit sign to see if it was his stop or not. It must be since he stands up and slings the bag over his shoulder, heading over to the door and waiting for it to open.